It goes on one at a time,it starts when you care to act,it starts when you do it again after they said no,it starts when you say we and know who you mean,and each day you mean one more.

After The Big VoteIntellectual Begins To Decompose by Kevin Higgins You sit minding that cupas if it contained, post-Brexit,the last frothy coffee in all of Brighton.You’ve the look ofa pretend Elvis Costello,or the rejected fourth memberof Bananarama. Your claim to notorietythat one of the Sex Pistolsonce failed to cross the…

Exit by Kevin Higgins for Darrell Kavanagh in his hour of need There will be no more thunderstormssent across the Channel by the French,no acid rain floating in from Belgium.Pizza Hut will offer a choice ofYorkshire Pudding or Yorkshire Pudding. You’ll spend the next twenty seven bank holidaysdismantling everything you…

Signs by Peter Branson Poems everywhere - no time to shape them all,not birds and bees, dark stuff, more sinewythan sunlight through high trees - of cities; there,on dire estates, lined up like coffin boards,abandoned dominoes, shop fronts expirein rows. To make life bearable, food, drugs,hard booze, most seize the…

After the UK Shreds of the UKflapping in the downturn,decayed Britainbroken into smithereens.No Kingdom now,no United State.We arecitizenswith no obligationto genuflectin front of an overstuffed Queen. Get the UK out of your system,no going back.We take the powerto rule ourselves,make community,build our own spaces.Breakthe hegemonyof dead parties,lifeless institutions,let debate flower,conflicting…

Diptych of Drones 1. Convenience Killing Over eight thousand miles awayfrom where the devastation wasa zap-happy, kapow-cowboyyeehah'd from his computer screen. A funeral party had diedin the same way as the deceasedthey were assembled to honour –zapped at the press of a button. Pacman and Super Marioand later Sonic, the…

Prue Chamberlain reviews Maggie Nelson's new book, available as a pdf at https://www.facebook.com/pdf2download/posts/358936340983173. In the London Review Bookshop, Maggie Nelson reads from the opening pages of The Argonauts: the words I love you come tumbling out of my mouth in an incantation the first time you fuck me in the ass,…

Ballad of Credulity Women and priests in full-length skirtsare deemed less likely to be flirts.Thus clad, the specious theory goes,they stay immune to fleshly shows. Religion is an outworn con,burqa and hijab must be gone!Mosque and synagogue, shrine or church,their leaders leave us in the lurch. True cynosures deserve respect,yet…

What I Told the Psychiatristafter Woody Allen & Julie Burchill The cat pads downstairs and its clawstake their hate out on me becausehe’s been up there re-reading his copyof The Protocols of the Elders of Zion,which, one of these days, I’ll findif it kills me, which I expect it will.…

The One Percent Thousands were making the precarious climbup the front of the palace which appearedthree times the normal height,to pay their respectsto the royals; they were numberlesssalmon that had always leaptthe waterfalls with their dyingpraise. There was television coverage:with the sound offthe selection of shotswas a lesson in deferenceto…

When I asked Fred Voss if we could do an interview by email, little did I know what would happen. In response to my prosaic questions, he sent back a stream of prosepoetry, an inspired, Whitmanesque outpouring of creative thinking and feeling. 'How did you do that?' I asked him…